It was obvious that the beer-bellied old man had left this mark on Li Xiaotong.
"Go take a shower first; clean yourself up," Li Qianfan said with some disgust.
Li Xiaotong nodded and turned around to head towards the bathroom.
The sound of trickling water coming from the bathroom started to irritate Li Qianfan.
After about ten minutes, Li Xiaotong finally came out of the bathroom, with glistening water droplets still hanging from her hair.
"Blow-dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold," Li Qianfan said again.
"Mm, thank you."
Li Xiaotong said gratefully, then went back to dry her hair.
When Li Xiaotong returned to the room, Li Qianfan resumed asking, "So, tell me, what kind of trouble are you in? Why are you so desperate to make money?"
Hearing Li Qianfan's question, Li Xiaotong's face immediately fell, looking as if she was about to cry again.
"This... it's a long story," Li Xiaotong said through her sobs.
"Take your time, I'm not in a hurry," Li Qianfan said.
